Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Crime,
Can,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Nas,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.